Monday, August 6, 2012

Cherry Blossom Seeds

In the early melody of morning
a string of amethyst ribbons
around the pine fire ring
Birth seeds and a song steals
what the bright bird sees
A cloud passes without delay
silent wounds hover over head

Bits of bad news, stained in paper
cut across a blown sky
in the east, the winter seed blooms
A cold fold of flesh
hangs in glass, bent sideways
retracing the whispers
left behind from rain

A lonely sight settles under a madrona tree
peeling red bark away in thin sheets
leaving silver satin skin
at an infectious height
In the west, cups are filling
with ample water
holding the world clear

I cut a piece of cloth and a shred of hair
place it inside the bowl
where a red rose blooms
Their pain will dry in ice and stone
birth seeds the ones who are left to fly
This night is mine for dance
a smile falls from the sky

29 comments:

love that bit of magic there in the last stanza to ease their suffering...great language too early on to set the tone of the piece....and the release at the end as well to smiles and dance is wonderful...smiles.

Each of us will interpret this in our own way. I like to visit your work because you take me on a journey I would not go by myself, show me things I could not see without you and experience emotions that make me shiver with joy.

From the beginning , the morning holds warning and tension, so the first hint of a guardian spirit is refreshing, a relief:"In the west, cups are fillingwith ample waterholding the world clear"Something about the seeds, so much seething and new birth. . . . Is it deer eating and peeling the bark? "They" must heal and you lay out the magic for healing in the last stanza--the cloth, the hair, the bowl, the water, the rose--the mood lifts, but what happened? I don't know, but I love the dropped smile, the night of dance.

You are so funny, I love your comments, Susan. I used the east and the west as a symbol of inequality, bad news and lives being held out to view and on the other end, the abundance of clarity and water.

Yes, seeding and awakening...cherry blossoms are beautiful and I also thought about a Japanese uprising, the Cherry Blossom Society. I guess it all mixed together for a swaying mood...Thanks so much for your thoughts. :)

Oh, this is awesome, you are such a lovely friend. And thanks for pointing it out to me also. :) I just fell behind for a couple of days, I really need to catch up on visiting others instead of writing. School is right around the corner for my little ones so that means I need to get organized, I may be a little less present here. I promise not to disappear. ♥

This poem is wide open for interpretation, and I love it. Everyone has their own view of seeds, whether it's human seed or a seed of an idea or actual plantables... There is a kind of random beauty to this write that really got to me. Thanks so much for writing it, and thanks for stopping by my blog! Peace, Amy